25.

You know what I’m angry about:

1. Smelling like gasoline.

2. Being grounded.

3. Being grounded.

4. Being grounded.

…Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

24.

Tonight was absolutely, in every way, perfect.

The end.

23.

Today was absolute craziness and I shall document it all. First Emili picked me up at eight and we drove to It’s A Grind to get her paycheck. They didn’t have it yet. LAME. So, then we went to school. I got some math done and that English assignment, took my vocab test, blah, blah, blah. Then school was over and Emili and I walked around the block waiting for Gina. We found a really, really nice cat. It was big and orange and absolutely loved me! I’ll be making frequent visits assuming it lives in the house of the front yard it was sleeping in. Then we went to lunch. Then to Urban. I got an owl candle holder thing and a t-shirt. Then to Tucson Thrift where they didn’t have the sunglasses that Emili ordered. Then Emili and I went to Buffalo and prodded around. After that we were off to Abby’s to do a shoot for her headshots. We were there for like three hours while Em was taking photos and editing them. Then I came home. It was an insane day.

21.

I had a really nice night. I went to Emili’s. It’s nice to actually watch Garden State in it’s entirety without falling asleep. It’s a nice movie. It was good for me to relax after I started freaking out about my transition from school to school and when that whole transaction was going to actually take place. Turns out the study guide is not due until Tuesday, which is a really nice relief because I thought it was due tomorrow. Although, I do have a little essay to write for my German class. It will be easy since I took excessive notes. I suppose I’ll be doing that in bed by flashlight. I’ve been doing that often and I really don’t mind it at all. I’ve started my self-portrait today and I look like a scary old man, who’s had way too much to drink. Ah well, it’s not like it’s an admission drawing.

There. A real live post.

20.

A long time ago there was an egg shell from a nest on my roof. Now there’s a rotting bird skeleton outside my window. What a transition.

19.

Hi, I’m Chapman and I’m a happy camper lately. I feel weird writing about things that actually matter in my life on a blog. Also, I feel weird writing about people that matter in here. So, I suck at blogging. But I need a new bed, a big one. I want it to be enormous like Emili’s. I wanted to sleep on it forever. I have a lot of things to look forward to in the near future. (OH MY GOD BECCA I CAN SEE THE UFO OUT MY BACK DOOR!!) I’ll probably start at Artworks next week!

P.S. I suck at blogging. *Runs and hugs real live journals.*